It's really easy to categorize ourselves with the group we WISH we were in. For instance, a few months ago I got together a care package to take to a family who's son had relapsed with cancer. I said to one parent, "I can't imagine what they're going through."
Later I thought how funny that statement was. Of course I could imagine it. My daughter has cancer, too! It was just so much nicer in my own brain to pretend I was with "them" instead of "us", the group I'm actually a part of. It's painful to realize the group I'm in.
It hit home this week when the above mentioned child passed away. I cried and cried and cried, because it was all too clear which group I am in. My group is lonely. My group is scary. I don't want to be with "us". I want to be with "them".
Rest in peace Logan. You have touched many lives, and I won't ever forget you.